Here I sat In this cold and lonely room. Covered in moss, Perched on a stool.
My eyes were stars And my face the moon, Rabbits hopped on my skin. From dusk ‘till noon.
Birds flew from my chest As I wove on my loom, A simple cloth of bees wax. My marble fingers light and cool.
Here I sat In this cold and lonely room. Covered in moss Perched on a stool.
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SeeingGuardianWolf · Sat Dec 27, 2014 @ 03:09am · 0 Comments |